Classical roses
How sweet, how fragrant were the roses in my garden!
They were delight for my gaze!
I prayed to the spring frosts do not touch them with their cold hands!
Myatlev, (1843)
The swarms of dreams, of poems and the cozes –
I felt the shine and clearness you were bring.
I miss the smell and sweetness of the roses –
They were attire of my eternal spring!
On fateful days the door of Heaven closes...
My country’s gone, my comrades rest in peace…
And now the smell and sweetness of the roses
Are poignant, sad and vivid memories!
But storms have passed. No need to wait! I know this.
My Russia is no more a pity slave...
I feel the smell and sweetness of the roses
That she will thrown into my lonely grave!
(1925)
Igor-Severyanin
